Epmd - The Joint Lyrics
Verse one: erick sermonI make a million buckEvery six months and yallHating my game, saying my name, they callMe the e, wrong thingsKnowing Im fly without wingsWhile some of yall have to pull strings.In this era I maintain the freak upon the beatsMaster basslines of raphael saadiqLyrical mastermind, a genius so dont snoozeNo missions impossible, ask tom cruiseI keep a joint lit, when I have to spitI rough paragraph, laugh when Im busting yo ass, who want it?Come and see me, like 112And Ill rock that bell with fox and lE-dub, mr excitement, rightThe poltergeist of rap so come to the light.Yes, the recipient of this award goes to moi,The best qualified superstar.Chorus: epmdErick: my squad stays on point likeDen en den den de den, its the jointParish: yeah my squad stay on point like,Erick: den en den den de den, its the joint.Both: new york Im in your area, (over here)Dc Im in your area, (over here)New jerse Im in your area, (over here)Epmd, its a world premierVerse two: parrish smithIts the joint, stay on pointPlus Im feelin itNiggas killin shit tryin to duplicat the manuscriptThats impossible, pray like the gospelOver coming set backs, and jumping over obstaclesLike evil kenevil, on point like a needleEpmds like the beatles, back with another sequalTo hip hop, check one two and you dont stopRap with mainstream r&b and popNow the worlds shockedThe e-doubles back with mic-docLike it or not we bout to turn it up another notchMy speeds put it down for my seedsRaw breeds, acres with the deeds, its the joint.Chorus: (first part the same)Both: va Im in your area, (over here)Da Im in your area, (over here)Chi town Im in your area, (over here)Epmd, its a world premierVerse three: epmdE: my styles digable, so Im phat like thatI got a benz too, and its black like thatI got millions of chips, and they stack like thatA five year spread, and now we back like thatHow dare they, niggas sittin in they room with brandyWay pissed off thikin how the cant stand meHe rhyme shawn for his penn, talkingNot lookin, shoocken, a dead man walkingP: you know me, from rippin shows wit my homieThe one and only, ginuwine like ponyYou want a ride? call me up when your lonelyIm parish smith and shit, greaat like tonyIm hittin hittinE: where from?P: from brentwood to san quentinIma keep rhyming, still representingE: fro who?P: for my niggas up north and in the ? courts?And for the emcees taking no shorts, in this blood sportChorus: (first part the same)Both: detroit Im in your area, (over here)Cali Im in your area, (over here)Philly Im in your area, (over here)Epmd, its a world premier
